Shark Tank - Da$h, $ha Hef, A$Ton Matthews

How about dope?

Grass?

Hash?

Coke?

Mescaline?

Downers?

Nebutol?

Tuonal?

Chloral Hydrates?

How about any uppers?

Amphetamines?

No, I’m not interested in that stuff

Crystal meth, I can get ya crystal meth

Nitrous Oxide, how about that?

How about a Cadillac?

I get ya a brand new Cadillac

With the pink slip for two grand

H’z Global, Black Market shit (yo, yo, yo)

My niggas know (Yeah So, Yeah So)

Yo, yo (Yeah So, Yeah So)

Dolla still thugging regal, it’s the tan skin Bugsy Siegel

Riding in a bucket with two bitches and a rusty eagle

You know it’s nothing, cup of dope got me David Ruffin

Dwell on this game, now we lunging on my way to the luncheon

Only jewelry I wore was copper and steel

Still I pop-up on random blocks for appeal, then it’s real

I’m at the benefit for kids with better needs

The only thing it did was better off my jeans, mass extortion

Crack recording raps from Jim Morrison orphan

You only see me when it’s violence like a shark fin

The boss man, pulling strings like I’m Santana

The bandana from high school, claim my damn hammer

With bad grammar I did all this

Catch me on Tunisian beaches off a tab of acid

Eating red snapper with a goddess, got Parisian features

You niggas novice, should observe the teachers

Get clapped tryna short or cheat us

No cuts, no breaks, get it motherfucking straight nigga

You interested in a automatic?

It’s a Colt .25 automatic

Knock on the locked door, package get dropped off

Bricks on a drop cloth, sick with the handle

I push the pill like I’m hot sauce

Cough up the knots and get knocked off

The top of the drop porsche get chopped off

The bitch with me is a throwaway

She roll my dope, we blow a O a day

She suck me then she go away

This big chopper will turn a nigga to saw dust

The bitch with me the same color as dandruff

I need my space, made a right and pulled up on eighth

I move the base, posted on the crate

Right on 38th in front Domingo shit

Strictly 'bout my chips, I’m on some Pringle shit

I could feed the hood off a single flip

True shit, move eight balls like pool sticks

I’m all up in your bitch head like q-tips

Smith & Wesson, nine milli' my favorite weapon

Blue cheese is my favorite dressing

(Niggas better get to ducking when the pistol scream

I could bag a fifty bundle from the triple beam)

Gold;

bury it in the sand, count up a band

Light a blunt, reassure I’m the man

The turtle run a race, homicide from the shell shot

Slip the cuete through the mail box

A gauge to my head and the cell locked

All my gun shells stay well stocked

The Art of War, cup of Henny in this office war

Look back and fourth from the door with the eyes of a Labrador

Paranoia keep me safe at night

My clip is full and my game is tight

She laid on ice before I laid the pipe

Kiss the ring 'fore I shake the dice

Daddy need a new Glock, extendo shots, and tube socks

She know how them looney rules rock

Your Mac-11 gu-wop

We was before them boondocks

Since Sour Lucas and Moonrocks

No loose knots on my new noose knots, ou

Mama there go that man again, Mini Van Dan and them

With a minivan full of mannequins, uh

For the drugs that we trafficking

Check the shipping and handle it

We finesse for them ex souls, get exposed

(Niggas better get to ducking when the pistol scream

I could bag a fifty bundle from the triple beam)

Gold;

bury it in the sand, count up a band

Light a blunt, reassure I’m the man